Poems. My storys into words.

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I didn't like him for the attention he could give me.
I liked him for the way he could make me smile when I was having a bad day.
I liked that I never got bored of talking to him, how we always had something new to say.
I liked that even when he didn't talk the silence wasn't the most awkward thing.
I liked the way he smiles and laughed and I liked how I never wanted the hugs to end.
But he will never know, and I will never tell.